Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.